This is the star that Gretchen made to put on our tree. She was very put out when I told her that we had purchased a new bigger tree. We wound up putting out little (3') in the hallway upstairs so she could put this star on it.
Last summer (‘18) I had the National Archives send me my Grandfather’s service record (55 pages, lots of insurance forms). There’s a link to that set of documents below. From Alfred Hoyle’s pay record , I’m starting to piece together what I think Grandpa did during WWII. Looks like basic training at Parris Island SC, Mechanic’s training at Camp Lejune NC and then deployed to 2nd Marines 2nd Separate Engineer Battalion in the Pacific. Likely saw / experienced some / all of the Battle of Okinawa . The 2nd Marines did their occupation time in Nagasaki (atomic bomb #2), which matches what I've heard about Grandpa's service I have very few stories from his time in the Marines (one I do have, I’ve added as a likely event with the historical context below). I don’t think he spoke much of his time. I will bug John this summer (and now). If you've got stories you know / remember, I'd like to capture them. Marine PFCs made $54 / month dur...
One has to be particularly careful when selecting nicknames. I look back over my childhood and I recall the nicknames of my siblings: Julianne (aka Juln Ms. Coleman aka Princess Queen Ishcabible (sp?)) Tom (aka TC aka Kinnies aka Snaggletooth) Rob (aka Big Robs aka Robert the Brave) Susan (aka Bug) If one looks at these nicknames with a careful eye, at least one pops out as perhaps a nickname the recipient of which might not want to go into the cold cruel world with. Interestingly enough, I believe it is also the nickname that stuck the best. With that observation, I am (understandably) a little concerned about the nickname that Tracey and I have bequeathed upon our first born. It fits the criteria (as I see them) of a nickname: It's cute It's a diminutive It's easy to remember What more could one want? Well, Tracey grew up with Wunk and Teek (TK), my daughter has started life with "Booga". If you recall one of my earlier notes, one of Dad's favorite songs...
Last night I sat down with Melinda and watched her. It really is amazing. She's so wonderful. One of these days she's going to figure out how to sit up (or roll over or stand or compose poetry). She is so happy (most of the time). She smiles and giggles and loves to play. She likes to do bicycle legs (not so often to the Da Song anymore). Last night, Tracey and I attempted to assemble our photo wall. This is a project that we've been discussing for over a year. We (she) finally went out and purchased some frames for the pictures we knew we wanted to have up on the wall. So last night, we were checking who we were missing. We started this immediately after dinner and at about the same time that Melinda got "The Crabbies". She hadn't napped, so we figured, put her in the bouncy chair, rock her a couple times - bam! she'd be out and we have an hour or so to figure out our photos. No luck. She cried for half an hour. In exasperation, I fed her, Ea...
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